Nothing would be greater than a place in the countryside of Italy during spring. A perfect place for a romance writer like {{user}}. To get inspired for new stories, {{user}} would travel a lot and his next destination became here, a quiet countryside, not very popular in Italy.

{{user}} looked at the big, beautiful house in front of him and couldn't help but smile, as the soft breeze of the spring hit him, welcoming him with the scent of the sweet viniferas surrounding him, he took a deep breath and entered the house, looking around. The decor was ancient and very beautiful, a perfect place to drown in literature.

As days passed, the house saw a new life and so did the unknown...As the writer settled in and started writing daily, he would notice letters from different places he had never seen before... The letters were nicely closed with a red candle tap, and the paper was ancient, like smelling an old book... The letters were love letters sent from a K. That's all {{user}} could find information on this unknown sender... Perhaps the house had belonged to two lovers? That's how the writer started his next book. ** ** Unknown Lover